Phoenix Wright (
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Down the rabbit hole...
Initiating neural handshake in 30 seconds. 29... 28... 27...
[They must be desperate, Phoenix thinks as he glances sidelong at Klavier. This is the third time they've thrown the pair together since learning they were drift compatible. (And boy, wasn't that a surprise, not least of all to Phoenix and Klavier themselves. Phoenix recalls their first sparring session, which he assumed would end in disaster, or at least mutual frustration. Instead, it ended in mutual bewilderment. The only other times Phoenix had been able to not only predict someone's every move with such accuracy but have his actions anticipated in equal measure were his training sessions with Edgeworth, who'd since climbed the ranks to Marshall.)
With two failed attempts under their belts, one would think the field division would be focusing its attention on pilots who at least get along, thus ensuring a chance at completing a neural handshake.
The fact is, though, they are desperate, and everyone knows it. The last battle came at a high cost, killing two and injuring several more. It would be ridiculous not to exhaust every resource, even at the risk of a third failure.
23... 22.... 21...
Phoenix lets out a lengthy sigh and turns to Klavier with a resigned smile.]
So... Here we are again.
[They must be desperate, Phoenix thinks as he glances sidelong at Klavier. This is the third time they've thrown the pair together since learning they were drift compatible. (And boy, wasn't that a surprise, not least of all to Phoenix and Klavier themselves. Phoenix recalls their first sparring session, which he assumed would end in disaster, or at least mutual frustration. Instead, it ended in mutual bewilderment. The only other times Phoenix had been able to not only predict someone's every move with such accuracy but have his actions anticipated in equal measure were his training sessions with Edgeworth, who'd since climbed the ranks to Marshall.)
With two failed attempts under their belts, one would think the field division would be focusing its attention on pilots who at least get along, thus ensuring a chance at completing a neural handshake.
The fact is, though, they are desperate, and everyone knows it. The last battle came at a high cost, killing two and injuring several more. It would be ridiculous not to exhaust every resource, even at the risk of a third failure.
23... 22.... 21...
Phoenix lets out a lengthy sigh and turns to Klavier with a resigned smile.]
So... Here we are again.
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Don't go there again, Phoenix.
He squeezes his eyes shut, attempting to banish the thought. With hundreds of thousands of lives at stake, anything less than his best effort is incredibly selfish -- but trying not to think is like asking a heart not to beat. From his looks to his arrogance, the younger Gavin's resemblance to his brother is uncanny, and Phoenix can't help but wonder, not for the first time, how similar their minds are. Would he be opening himself up to the same, subtle manipulation? Surely not, now that he knows what to look for, but...]
3... 2... 1...
[...but it's one thing to think that and another to believe it. As the count finishes, he holds his breath. He knows this time will end like all the others, once again thanks to his own, unfounded resentment and--]
Neural handshake initiated. Pilot-to-pilot connection engaged.
[His eyes fly open.] --Huh!?